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von Konkhra

Run into victory land
Lord evil in command
Bomb your crusty man
Who holds the power in his hand

He′s not here, we're all the same
He rules his armies, we are afraid
Bomb your end to the day
Consecrate uncertainty

Our defenses are alive
As the thunder bursts the sky
It thunders in our hearts
The storm is here
The sun will be crushed in pieces


Turbulence in the stratosphere
Turbulence in the atmosphere
Never in my heart could I sustain
Never see the burning mist
Bombing not to let him win
Bombing to be attacked
He′ll never stop to evade
He'll never turn and fade

You'll never be safe
You have to be right
I don′t think so, the enemy
Storm will be mine
It′s a good day to die

He's got the talent
The sense of his own
The most terrifying
The most dominant heart

There′s no power
For the satisfied
You're not afraid
Of your own sight
You took so many down

Don′t let the thunder come
And hide the hooves of the horse
Let the killer have his fill
And he'll soon run out again


Don′t look to your own
It's true that we won
But this is just the beginning
It's true that we′re done
It was a fine day to die

It was a fine day to die